Father o' Dad sat with me one day
And told me of what he knew
His teeth were moldy his hair was grey
his brains were filled with goo
"gibBERjeEEjum" He said so wise
His words so nicely pick-ed
and he followed them with words concise
"KLIPbeeDOEeeeeeeeeeeeTEjip-ed"
He spoke of when he himself was "GLUMFT"
"GRUNK"ing out by the "BEEElow"
He met a "gloop" so lovely and "rumft"
I knew it was my "MEEElow"
He told me brief, how he wooed that gloop
That sweet "gliftGUNgleep"er
So should I ever "gruBOOPdeWOOP"
I'd know just how to treat her
Give her your "deWOOP" and lots of it
and this next try understand
"TRIPwitWITtreyLAbipBITdeWIT"
and you'll always have her hand
That involved alot of counting. I hope you like it.
Bands to check out:
Those Dancing Days: Bunch of hot girls playing twee nurave check it out here http://www.myspace.com/thosedancingdays
3 comments:
All goths should eat your words, Miles. Literally. :)
loved the poem
Hey Miles, I've tagged you. Check it out. You're probably not going to do anything. But I tagged you anyways.
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